It is euyll patchynge of that is torne; Whan the noppe is rughe, it wolde be shorne; Counterfet haltynge without a thorne; Yet counterfet chafer is but euyll corne; All thynge is worse whan it is worne. What, wolde ye, wyues, counterfet The courtly gyse of the newe iet? An olde barne wolde be vnderset: It is moche worthe that is ferre fet. 460 What, wanton, wanton, nowe well ymet! What, Margery Mylke Ducke, mermoset! It wolde be masked in my net; It wolde be nyce, thoughe I say nay; By Crede, it wolde haue fresshe aray, And therfore shall my husbande pay; To counterfet she wyll assay All the newe gyse, fresshe and gaye, And be as praty as she may, And iet it ioly as a iay: 470 Counterfet prechynge, and byleue the contrary; Counterfet conscyence, peuysshe pope holy; Counterfet sadnesse, with delynge full madly; Counterfet holynes is called ypocrysy; Counterfet reason is not worth a flye; Counterfet wysdome, and workes of foly; Counterfet countenaunce euery man dothe occupy: Counterfet worshyp outwarde men may se; Ryches rydeth out, at home is pouerte; Counterfet pleasure is borne out by me: 480 Coll wolde go clenly, and it wyll not be, And Annot wolde be nyce, and laughes, tehe wehe; Your counterfet countenaunce is all of nysyte, A plummed partrydge all redy to flye: A knokylbonyarde wyll counterfet a clarke, He wolde trotte gentylly, but he is to starke, At his cloked counterfetynge dogges dothe barke; A carter a courtyer, it is a worthy warke, That with his whyp his mares was wonte to yarke; A custrell to dryue the deuyll out of the derke, 490 A counterfet courtyer with a knaues marke. To counterfet this freers haue lerned me; This nonnes nowe and then, and it myght be, Wolde take in the way of counterfet charyte The grace of God vnder _benedicite_; To counterfet thyr counsell they gyue me a fee; Chanons can not counterfet but vpon thre, Monkys may not for drede that men sholde them se. _Hic ingrediatur FANSY properanter cum CRAFTY CONUEYAUNCE, cum famine multo[793] adinvicem garrulantes: tandem, viso COUNTERFET COUNTENAUNCE, dicat CRAFTY CONUEYAUNCE._ _Cr. Con._ What, Counterfet Countenaunce! _C. Count._ What, Crafty Conueyaunce! 500 _Fan._ What, the deuyll, are ye two of aquayntaunce? God gyue you a very myschaunce! _Cr. Con._ Yes, yes, syr, he and I haue met. _C. Count._ We haue bene togyder bothe erly and late: But, Fansy my frende, where haue ye bene so longe? _Fan._ By God, I haue bene about a praty pronge; Crafty Conueyaunce, I sholde say, and I. _Cr. Con._ By God, we haue made Magnyfycence to ete a flye. _C. Count._ Howe coulde ye do that, and [I] was away? _Fan._ By God, man, bothe his pagent and thyne he can play. 510 _C. Count._ Say trouth?